Samantha Ciales Prostitute ❤️

About Fajardo

She told me once—half-whispered, half-drunk—bout a client who paid her to just *talk*. No fuckin’, no nothin’—just yap. Weird as shit, made me laugh ‘til I choked. “I’m a therapist now, eh?” she’d smirked. Fuckin’ surreal—like *Yi Yi*’s kid askin’, “Why’s the world so odd?” Odd’s right—bloke paid good coin for her voice, not her arse!

Introduction

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First off, I hit the streets of Ciales, and lemme tell ya, Calle San Juan was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fried empanadas wafting through the air. I could practically taste them. But I had a meeting at the Centro de Culturales, so I had to resist. Ugh, the struggle is real!

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